Duchess Rowena Novels & Stories

one of the soldiers greeted, extending a hand. I took it and shook it. "At your service," I answered. "I'm Sergeant Duvall. This is Private Palmera and Private Trejo. They'll be a part of your Boldovan security team. I assure you they're quite capable. Prince Rowan will be meeting us all at the palace. We've arranged a cavalcade to get your team there," Sergeant Duvall explained. I nodded. "Thank you. Allow me to introduce you to Duchess Aurora." I stepped aside, and Aurora moved forward, flashing a million-megawatt smile.

She had saved me. My throat tightened as I thought about it. Her sacrifice had been so sudden, so unexpected, that I still hadn’t fully grasped it. For all the pain she had caused, for all the mistakes she had made, in the end, she had given us the chance to keep fighting. The rogue king’s words echoed in my mind as I think of Rowena’s sacrifice. “She planned this! She planned this all along!” Rowena has always been a scheming and cunning woman. She would do even the most despicable thing just for her survival.

she gasps, reaching out to touch me. “You’re bleeding! Javier has been hard on you again, hasn’t he?” She chuckled, patting my bruised shoulder. “My, my! Of course, he has! He never loves you but me after all! Not to mention you’re also giving that mistake as his offspring! Seriously, Rowena, why did you accept the bond and give birth to that cripple? That nuisance can’t even r—”

Heath would have said more, but the man returned with their bottle at that moment. Through the uncorking ritual, Heath watched her. Rowena’s delicate fingers grasped the stem of her glass flute, settling the rim between her lush lips, the bottom one slightly fuller than the top. Her disproportioned mouth was a little imperfection Heath liked. Something that made her delightfully unique. Her pale throat worked over a mouthful of the bubbling wine as her eyes scanned the oversize menu before her. How this woman had gotten through the past five years without touching a man, let alone sleeping with one, he couldn’t figure out.

She would be damned if she let any of these witches lay a hand on her again. Pauline launched forward and Joanne braced to protect herself, but Rowena stopped her daughter’s advance with a raised hand before taking a step towards Joanne, crossing her arms in front of her chest, a smirk on her face as the tall woman bent down just a little to look into Joanne’s defiant eyes. “You have decided to stop the perfect wife and daughter-in-law act now that the Knight heir is growing inside you, huh?” “I don’t put up acts.” Joanne gritted out, her eyes panning to Serena’s face which was contorted in rapt fascination. “There is only one actress in this room.”

The prospective soldier who praised Rowena's beauty immediately covered his mouth because he realized he had acted impolitely. Riley also knew about the princess. Rowena was the eldest daughter of King Keannu and Queen Monica who was still around 18 years old. The princess rarely appeared in public and King Keannu was known to protect his daughter from news hunters so that the people of Ans De Lou didn't know much about Rowena Wellington. Riley no longer looked at the princess and chose to walk more precisely so that he could arrive at dormitory two where he would be staying more quickly. After walking for almost twenty minutes, he and the prospective soldiers who lived in dormitory two arri

In the underground vault, Rowena—no longer that girl Daisy knew—walked barefoot across the chamber floor, wrapped in a white coat with steel cuffs at her wrists. Her eyes were strange now. Deep, unnatural. Marked with something old. Maeron watched warily. “You said she’s not a godspawn.” “She’s not,” the cloaked figure said. “She’s worse.” Rowena turned, looking directly into the feed where they were being observed. She smiled.

"Lily, is it true then? Did Alpha Denver leave Miss Winter for you; his mate?" Rowena questioned me with confused, grey eyes. "Miss Winter?" I retorted, not at all recognizing the name. "Winter, Alpha Denver fiance... The girl you just told off?" She asked, looking at me with a puzzled stare. "Oh, that's her name? Well I've only ever heard of her, but I guess it makes sense..." I trailed off. "Makes sense?" Rowena pressed, not liking my vague attitude.

"Ever since Pertrova took after Fiona, she became stronger. Her magic was much more stronger compared to the other descent from the bloodline of nine witches. Rowena knew she stand no chance against her. So she accepted Fiona's decision with a smile. The Coven knew she was still bitter about it, but Rowena never let it show. Few years after I was born she disappeared for a whole year. She left the Coven and no one knew anything about her. Then from no where, the night I was turned she came back looking so different. Her eyes were dark, her lips were crooked and coloured black. She wore a black cloak. In short, she was an epitome of darkness itself. But she didn't come alone. She came with mi

No one else could think of this as a hideout. A mental note to myself - put the bloody toothpicks on eyes to not close them ever again. Given the circumstances, next time I close them, I might end up in heaven as a reincarnation of, I don’t know, a chubby, ruddy, little Cupid angel with an arrow and a bow. Doors of the dungeon opened, and, as expected, Noosha appeared, accompanied by Rowena, her obedient puppy witch. I feel sorry for Rowena. She is generally a good girl. I know she runs many dire tasks for Noosha just because she holds her sisters hostage.